Edge Of Town Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

Forgiveness cleans the sordid soul
Your pearls are prodigal dreams
Supple beams of dusky night
Flesh of silk moonlight
Black leather gloves
Shadows gather on her bed
We are the broken vows
Jackson Pollock, Willem De Kooning
Mark Rothko, Julian Schnabel
Nature inward circles
What is the world?

Reduced to lines
Abstract bins of categories
Melody crushed beneath the absurd
Colors drenched in lithium

Come home
Deconstrutionist hell
In the quiet gallery
Couched like angry shells
Estranged
Youth is gone
These artists of frail pain
Symbols without salvation

Lee Krasner, Arshile Gorky
Are we seduced into nothing?
Philip Guston
Where to now?

The edge of town